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About Graz

Walkin’ past neon signs, I’m sizin’ em up. One’s got a vibroblade scar—badass. Another’s smokin’ death sticks, winkin’ like she owns me. “The concierge is at your service”—yeah, right, more like, “Pay up, mask-face.” Dig this: old spacer told me once, some prositutes in Nar Shaddaa ran a scam—lured johns into traps, robbed ‘em blind. Sneaky bastards. Love that hustle, tho—keeps ya sharp.

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Oh, I nearly forgot – every corner of Amras (at) tells a story. From the old clock tower on Bridge Street that chimes like it’s callin’ all souls to awaken ("Rise up, feel life, let’s do this!") to the underground music spot, The Groove Cave, where the bass rattles your bones and leaves you enraged and elated all at once.

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